Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday'sWe here tonight to have a good time("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!")Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-ZJay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fatWhy don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestylePut that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahCan I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it againCan I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone, check this outToo much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a missionDoin your best Jay-Z renditionToo many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicionsThat you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listenToo many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoeI'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shadyToo many ladies give these niggaz too many chancesToo many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance isToo many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advancesNo question; Jay-Z got too many answersI been around this block, too many timesRocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, tooTo all my brothers it ain't too late to come togetherCause too much black and too much love, equal foreverI don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mineSo I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuckThat's twenty two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone, yo, yo, yoCopped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on yaWhole groove like hold-up, swoll upToo many faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard SimmonsIf you could catch Jay right, on the late nightWithout the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, rightI dip, speak quicker than you ever seenAdminister pain, next the minister's screamin' your nameAt your wake as I peak in, look in your casketFeelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"You never ready, forever petty minds stay pettyMines thinkin' longevity until I'm seventyLivin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

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Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight)Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bombBut you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I knowYou've been havin' a lot of problems with the lawBut I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang DashRoc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime(Hah, thanks a lot)Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minuteAce, turn that music downI smell some reefer, now you see?That's why, our people don't have anythingBecause we don't know how to go in places and act properly("Hey shut the fuck up!")Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of hereI'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him outGet him out right now, then I'ma continue my speechThank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our ownRecord companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records